New song by NJ punk vets Six to Eight Mathematics

So you thought you new me
Thought you had me all figured out
You had your playbook
Every move completely mapped up
You didn't know that, I have a mind of my own

Well ain't I the worst

When it came time for our moment in the sun
You stood there waiting, with a smoldering gun
How do we do better? You were the CHOSEN one
Well ain't we the worst

We're the worst, the worst

Cuz we're the worst, worst, worst, worst, worst, worst
Hell we're the worst

So you thought you beat me
That we were playin some game
Cuz I'm such a diva, must've had my eyes on the prize
So it must've been me who blinded your sight
Well, ain't I the worst

How could I have missed what was happening to you
oh my clairvoyance, must've failed to come through
Thanks for the vague posts
Now I know what to do, ain't I the worst

I"m the worst!
Cuz I'm the worst, worst, worst, worst. worst, worst
Hell I"m the worst

I was always the one to blame
The root of evil I should be ashamed
The countless crimes I must've commit
Just living my life as saw fit

Didn't drag you along so you fell off the grid
I'm not your mother, you're not a little kid
Not as passive as they come
As it turns out I was the aggressive one

Cuz I'm the worst, worst, worst, worst. worst, worst
Hell I"m the worst

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